Falling for You

Cold Feet

Song - Nothing's gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

The next morning at around 9 after Lois left. I went into the bedroom, knocking before going in.

My knock woke him up. He put his hand to his head, clearly hungover.
"Morning baby."
"Morning." He groaned.
"Sorry about last night." I said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What happened last night?"
He said rubbing his eyes.

"You don't remember?"
He shook his head.
"You tried something while Lois was
in the other room and I told you to go jerk off."
I explained.
"Oh that." He said lifted back the sheets showing a cum stain.
"I probably deserved that. I was so fucking drunk." He laughed.

I chuckled; "I can't believe you actually did."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"We gotta clean those sheets now." I laughed.
He patted the bed beckoning me to sit next to him. I sat next to him and allowed him to put his arm around me.

"I can't believe the wedding is just over a week away." He thought aloud.
"Me neither. Feel like we've only been engaged for a minute."
"But we'll be married for a lifetime."
The word lifetime felt very heavy and I let out a sigh.
"Any cold feet?" He asked.
"No, it's just crazy to think. Y'know how quickly we fell in love."

"That's how you know we'll be together forever though." He said planting a kiss on my head. I moved to kiss his lips and he put a hand over my mouth.
"My breath stinks, I don't think you wanna do that."
I laughed; "I don't care." Before diving in for a kiss, I pulled back within half a second. "Okay I do care, go brush your teeth."

He laughed and stood up going to the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back smiling showing off his minty fresh teeth.
I pulled him by his shirt onto me and kissed him.

We rolled around for about half an hour lost in each other. Then he had to go to work reluctantly pulling away from my lips.
"What ya gonna do at work baby?" I said as we stood at the door.
"Y'know shoot some people." He laughed, gave me a kiss and left.

Just for fun, while he was out I tried on my wedding dress again. I played music and danced. I watched myself in the mirror.
I read my vows into the mirror, as if Timmy was in front of me. I fell back on the bed letting the music play.

I was so excited. I never thought I could love someone this much and the idea of marrying relatively young and spontaneously excited me. A story for our kids and our grandkids. I don't want kids right now, but the idea of me and Timmy taking care of one of two mini versions of ourselves made me happy.

I could picture my life with him so clearly now. I most certainly did not have cold feet. A few months ago I could never see myself in New York but now it's all I think about. I bet his apartment's great I'd think.

I probably made a better picture of it in my mind with the notion that everything is bigger and better in America.

We'd probably live there for a few years then get a house, a home in quaint neighbourhood. We'd have kids around 30 and then grow up to have American accents just like their dad.

We'd watch them grow up and start a life of their own. And I'd be a hell of better mother than my mum.

I'd get some job, a good one. Maybe try out something like waitressing initially, then start in some company and make my husband immensely proud of me.

Our life is gonna be great.

A/N : Just a cute lil one before the wedding.